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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.