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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.