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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.