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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.