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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.