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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.