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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.