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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.