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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.