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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.