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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Index,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.