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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.