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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.