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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.