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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Inner City to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.