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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.