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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.