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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.