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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Magma,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.