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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.