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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s 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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.