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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.