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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
DNA,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.