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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.