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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.