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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.