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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
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 Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.