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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.