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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.