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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.