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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.