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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.