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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.