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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.