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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
MDC,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.