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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.