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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.