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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.