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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.