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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Pole,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.