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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.