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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.