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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.