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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.