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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Mars,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.