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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Simply Red 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.