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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.