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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.