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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Organ,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.