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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.