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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.