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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.