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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Hoover,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.