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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.