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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.