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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.