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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.