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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.