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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.