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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.