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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 Calgary and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.