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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.