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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.