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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.