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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Nico,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.