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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.