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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.