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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.