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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.