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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Sound,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.