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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.