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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Nico,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.