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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.