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 Argentina 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.