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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.