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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.