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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Oneida,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.