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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.