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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.