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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
ABC,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.