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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.