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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.