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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.