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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.