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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.