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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Scientists,
X-101,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.