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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Brick,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.