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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.