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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Mars,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.