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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.