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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.