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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.