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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.