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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.