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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.