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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Magma 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.