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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.