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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.