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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.