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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Last Poets 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.