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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.