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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.