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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.