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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.