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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
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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.