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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.