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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.