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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.