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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.