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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.