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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.