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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.