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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.