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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.