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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.