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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
UT,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
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.