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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Q65,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.