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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.