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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.