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 Samoa and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.