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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.