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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.