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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.