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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.