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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.