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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Pylon,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.