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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.