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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Index,
MDC,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.