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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.