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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.