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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.