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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Index,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.