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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.