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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.