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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.