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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.