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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.