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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Japan,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.