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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Ituana,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.