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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.