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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.