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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.