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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.