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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.