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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.