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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.