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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.