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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.