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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.