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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.