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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.