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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.