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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.