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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.