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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.