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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.