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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.