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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.