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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Television,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.