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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.