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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.