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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.