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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.