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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.