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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.