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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.