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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.