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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.