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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.