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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.