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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.