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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Gong,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.