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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.