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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.