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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.