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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.