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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.