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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Mars,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.