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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.