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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
DNA,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.