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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.