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 France and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.