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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.