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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.