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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.