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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.