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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.