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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.