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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
DNA,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.