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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.