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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.