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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.