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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
June Days,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.