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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Slave,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.