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 New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.