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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Wire,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.