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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.