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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Nas,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.