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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.