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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
UT,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.