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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.