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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.