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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.