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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.