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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.