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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.