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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.