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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.