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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Index,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.