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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.