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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.