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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.