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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.