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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
ABC,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.