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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.