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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.