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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.