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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.