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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.