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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.