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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.