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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.