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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.