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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
cv313,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.