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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Can,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.