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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Brick 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.