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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.