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 France and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.