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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.