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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.