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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.