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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.