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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.