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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.