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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.