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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.