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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.