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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.