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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.