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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.