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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
The Index,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.