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 Finland and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.