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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.