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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.