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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pylon,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.