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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.