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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.