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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.