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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.