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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
X-101,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.