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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.