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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Scientists,
Monks,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.