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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.