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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.