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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.