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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
The Saints,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.