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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.