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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.