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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.