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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Wire,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.