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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.