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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
The Names,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.