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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.