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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.