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 Australia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.