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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.