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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.