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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
UT,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.