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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
World's Most,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.