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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.