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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.