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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.