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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.