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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.