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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.