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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
UT,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.