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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.