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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.