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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.