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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.