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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.