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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.