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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.