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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.