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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.