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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.