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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.