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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.