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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Names,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.