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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.