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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.