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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.