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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.