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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.