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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.