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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.