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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.