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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.