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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.