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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.