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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s 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 Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.