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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.