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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.