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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.