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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mandrill 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.