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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.