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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Can,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.