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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.