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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.