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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.