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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Slave,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.