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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.