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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Deadbeat 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.