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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 The Move to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.