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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.