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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.