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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Shoche,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.