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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.