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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Swans,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.