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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.