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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.