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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.