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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.