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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.