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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.