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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.