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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
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.