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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.