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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.