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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.