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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.