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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.