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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Slave,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.