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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.