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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Scrapy 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.