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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.