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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.