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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.