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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.