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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.