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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.