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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.