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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Move to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.