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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Index,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.