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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mission of Burma 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.