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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
JFA,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.