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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.