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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.