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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.