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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.