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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.