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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.