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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.