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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.