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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
UT,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.