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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Brick,
UT,
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.