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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
X-102,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.