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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.