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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Brick,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.