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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.