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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Move,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Hashim,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.