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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
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Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.