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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.