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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Television,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.