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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.