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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.