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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.