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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Crime,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.