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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.