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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.