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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.