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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.