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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.