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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.