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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Scion,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
DNA,
June Days,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.