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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
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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.