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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.