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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.