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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.