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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.