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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.