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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.