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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.