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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.