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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.