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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.