Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.