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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.