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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.