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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.