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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.