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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.