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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.