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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Shoche 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.