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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.