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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.