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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.