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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.