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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.