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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.