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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.