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-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.