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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.