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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.