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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.