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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Can,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.