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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
MC5,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.