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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.