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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.