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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.