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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Can,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.