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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.