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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.