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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
10cc,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.