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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.