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 Maldives 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.