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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.