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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.