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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.