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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.