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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.