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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.