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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.