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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.