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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.