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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.