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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.