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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.