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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.