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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.