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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Index,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.