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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.