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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
AZ,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.