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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Sound,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.