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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.