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 Montenegro 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Deakin,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.