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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
EPMD,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.