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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.