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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.