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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.