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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.