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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.