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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.