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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.