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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.