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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
AZ,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.