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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.