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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.