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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Index,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.