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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.