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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.