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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.