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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.