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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.