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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.