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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.