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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.