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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.