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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Organ,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.