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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.