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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.