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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.