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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.