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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Swans,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.