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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.