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 Japan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.