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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.