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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.