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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.