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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.