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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Q65,
ABC,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.