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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.