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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonics 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
cv313,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.