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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.