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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.