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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.