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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.