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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.