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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.