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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.