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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.