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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.