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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.