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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.