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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.