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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.