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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.