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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
New Order,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.