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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.