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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.