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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.