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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.