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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.