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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.