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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.