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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.