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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Whodini,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.