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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.