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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.