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 Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.