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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.