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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.