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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.