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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.