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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.