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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.