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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.