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 China and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
the Association,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.