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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.