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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.