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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Organ,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.