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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.